1. 1. 1. Finger fucking. Yeah, this is number one, it will always be number one.
   2. 2. Getting gagged with a cock.
   3. 3. Facial money-shot. Mwaah. love it.
   4. 4. Getting to use your face as a pillow, all kinds of tonguing and clean-up. Puss and Ass.
   5. 5. Penetration. With just about anything– I do mean anything. Call me and ask me for a list.

So let us refer to #1 and something which has been on my mind for awhile. People, you read my blog. How do I know, because you call me, laughing sometimes so hard you have tears in your eyes. You mention it in emails and conversations. Why don’t you leave a comment? Are your comments being eaten by my spam catcher, or do you not want people knowing you were here? (If the answer is B you should rethink your purchase of the www.sweetsexyvicky.com bumpersticker, or the SSV owns me Lapel pin you purchased, cuz really.)

Alright, referring to #1. Finger fucking. It is my favorite, for so many reasons. Maybe this is lame but, I think that a certain part of me will always feel that mind-boggling out-of-body feeling I felt the first time a guy slid his finger into me. It was like nothing I have ever felt before; so full of promise and dizzying arousal. I remember being crushed up against his van, looking up at the amber haze in the sky from the street lights and thrilling that the neighbors might see. His heavy high school ring caught and snagged on my pantyhose, ripping them to shreds and his stubby fingers impatiently tore aside my panties. I can remember this vague, completely out of oxygen feeling as I started to flow away on hormones and the way his body shuddered against mine as he whispered “you’re so wet” in shock against my lips. I swear for a moment I detached from my body and could see the two of us from a different vantage point. ((Of course, what I don’t mention was there I was, virginal me, grinding against him, moaning and trying with every muscle and fiber in my body to get him to touch me rougher, pinch me, something— even then I wasn’t fragile thing.))

Of course, when I start thinking about that I think about the night I was laid out, flat on my back with a certain boy between my legs, shoving his fingers inside of me while his lips grazed my knees and thighs and I struggled oh-so-hard not to make any noise. That’s followed up quickly by the delicious feel of damp fingertips pressing against my lips and mouth, the smell of the boy and myself, the taste… *sigh*

I forgot to finish up on the topic. What’s got me all excited about fingerfucking?

I’ve been exceptionally sensitive to people’s hands lately. I’ve been thinking about hands, sizing them up, and comparing them etc etc. See, while my first true experience with finger banging came somewhat lateish in life– I was born with a hand fetish. Mr. S in the 5th grade– whoa. He used his hands to gesture and indicate all sorts of things, and I was his ever-patient disciple, sitting quietly in the second row, eyes huge as they tracked his gloriously huge hands through the air. I remember he had one of those chalk holder things that was like a mechanical pencil, only for chalk. Ostensibly it was to keep your hands from getting all chalky, but he played with it, twisting it in between his fingers as he lectured so that his fingertips with their blunt, short-cut nails always had a fine dusting of chalk on them.

Then their was C, a boy in my grade who had the most magnificent thumbs. I could (and did) stare at his thumbs all day long. I would sit, all quiet and shy in the corner by the teacher’s desk and stare longingly at C’s hands. I used to imagine biting them and sucking on them– and yeah that was in the 7th grade. So shameful!!

I think my next post will be about my top five favorite boy body parts.

ttys!

I got the baddest, sweetest fucking hoodie ever. See, a certain someone said to me over dinner, “I was in Macy’s the other day and I thought of you.” I was mildly amused and astonished. Blah blah blah and a week later I have a Mark Ecko Boba Fett hoodie. Tell a lie– I have a Mark Ecko Boba Fett hoodie which I am giving to James for Christmas. Very cool– and now I want one for me too.

In honor of the hoodie I give you this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwpCI7SqQc0

If you’ve seen Zack and Miri Make a Porno, you will recognize the song. If not, it still rocks so watch anyways.

I am so done with school at the moment. You know it’s bad when you are fantasizing about restraining professors with ball gags and fisting every stupid person who thinks that saying “misogyny” makes them fucking intelligent. You know what makes you intelligent? Separating yourself from the herd of sheep that believes that anything remotely unpleasant that is said about women is misogyny. Guess what, bitches?

Women are the cruelest, fucking evillest, vilest cunts I know. Not men. And calling a duck a duck is not being speciest or whatever the fuck hatred of ducks is. It’s just speaking the truth. Check it. Gah.

I am kind of all pent up so my post is all over the place. My friend loaned me The Libertine with Johnny Depp in it. I love this movie, I really do. It is just so… stimulating. I like calling a whore a whore and not having said whore be offended. I damn near came in my pants when the one whore kicks Wilmot out, saying that she’d rather he spill his load all over her face rather than leave her caring about him. I am in a dilemma like that right now, I totally emphasize.

The worst *in a good way* part of the movie is right at the beginning, when Wilmot and Elizabeth are in the carriage to London. He shoves his hand up under her skirt and fingers her while she tells him about how he kidnapped her. She grabs his hand to keep it there, she comes, he rubs his fingers across her lips and she sucks his fingers like the greedy bitch she is. Then the scene cuts to him standing in a street in London, delicately sniffing his fingers. It’s just so wrong that it’s beautiful.

So, because I am having troubles sleeping, I popped Closer in after that. Now, my absolute favorite scene in Closer is when Clive Owen is storming around the house after Julia Roberts admits her infidelity:

LARRY: Did you cum?
ANNA: Why are you doing this?
LARRY: ’cause I want to know.
ANNA: First he went down on me, and then we fucked.
LARRY: Who was where?
ANNA: I was on top, then he fucked me from behind.
LARRY: And that’s when you came the second time.
ANNA: Why is the sex so important?
LARRY: Because I’m a fucking caveman!
LARRY: Did you touch yourself while he fucked you?
ANNA: Yes.
LARRY: You wank for him.
ANNA: Sometimes.
LARRY: And he does.
ANNA: We do everything that people who have sex do!
LARRY: You enjoy sucking him off.
ANNA: Yes!
LARRY: You like his cock.
ANNA: I love his cock!
LARRY: You like him cumming in your face.
ANNA: Yes!
LARRY: What does it taste like?
ANNA: It tastes like you but sweeter!
LARRY: That’s the spirit. Thank you. Thank you for your honesty. Now fuck off and die, you fucked up slag.

That is just the best bit of dialogue in a play based movie ever I think. “It tastes like you but sweeter” is a horrible thing to say to a man.

I also love the way Portman plays Clive Owen in the strip club. All you tease and denial fans, go watch and admire. He keeps paying her to tell him her real name and all she says is “Thank you, it’s Jane” and he doesn’t believe her. So he keeps paying her like a dumbfuck.

Hi  I know i shouldnt do things like this when im fucked up but crown royal will make you do things i normally wouldnt.My name is Alan Marr i live in charlotte N.C.. I am a sissy ,I have a very tiny  dick .(like almost 4 inches when i can get hard) I am 37 years old.I have a wife named Joyce we are seperated she left me for a 18 year old guy.She told me that i couldnt satisfy her and havent in almost 5 years. I am sitting here in a pair of her panties and a bra.She knows i  was a sissy but she thinks i dont do that anymore.I kept some of her panties and bras when she left  she cheated on me like 6 times 3 of which  were black guys .she even told her sister i had a little dick and that was part of the reason she cheated and left.it has been a ugly seperation and she was even alittle cruel she had been putting  her crushed up birthcontrol pills in drinks for me for  almost 5 months before she left. that is why i cant get a hard on and plus  it has made me grow very noticable boobs and huge sore nipples. she dont know i cant even get hard and i hate  playing with a totally limp dick but i have not a choice she said she would make sure i wasnt getting any pussy and she did.I want to be humiliated and  even blackmailed  into crying like the bitch i really am.I work for Duke power as a service tech.I even wear panties to work under my clothes.Her number is 704-222-8643 and her e-mail is joycmarr@gmail.com .i have to put band aids over my nipples they are so sore when im at work  . i hope this goes away and i  look  normal again soon .i would tell you anything else you wanna know i just wanna be made to worry and even cry . I hope  this is enough for you to teach me a lesson .Ill be sitting here in these purple panties with  my tiny limp dick hoping  ..thanks

well there you go douchebag. Now the world knows

An actual conversation betwixt myself and the security guard on campus:

V– do you ever get bored out here?
SG- sometimes, but I like watching people
V– ooh, I bet you could write a paper on the mating habits of Cal State Students, as observed in the parking area.
SG– blank look.
V– [explains what  I mean]
SG– Something about my ex wives
V– you don’t look old enough to have exes.
SG– baby girl, I am old enough to be your daddy.
V– I’m older than I look– I am 28.
SG– blink. Ok, maybe not quite. Maybe a young daddy, like 15?
V- but would you be a very good daddy?!
SG– it depends on what kind of daddy you’re looking for… a daddy daddy, or one to smack your ass.
V–I am the one that likes to do the spanking….
SG– oh really!! I don’t like being spanked unless its with a wet noodle or a tongue…
V– how on earth do you spank someone with your tongue?!
SG– it’s easier to show than tell…
V– Is that old line still working for you? It used to work great for me…

blah blah blah lots of flirting and spank talk. eventually would down to Voting for Obama etc etc etc.

Had dinner with friends, it was nice. I am sicker than a dog now (ha. shows you what a fucking ho I am, sick with the mange and flirting with the security guard. I had to leave my silly class because I was getting close to hallucinating….)

mmmmmmm Brandon, your Klingon photon metaphor made me heart sigh. Call me or something… I love it.

Oh, and peoples… all bets are off. I know whats up now bitches. maybe 

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I just want to write this down real quick. Read this and pretend I am writing it to you

There is absolutely nothing like the feeling of your long, self-assured fingers sliding in and out of me, pushing into me, poking and prying into me and laying me bare under your direct gaze. Urging me closer to my own self fulfillment, plundering my secrets, devouring and savoring my darker, hidden corners. Quick with the flashy turn of wrist, slow to stroke my insides, you push and prod, hem and haw and balance me on the razor’s edge of orgasm, teasing me with your strong, capable hands. 

Hey my lovelies!

If you have talked to me recently you will have heard of my most recent sexual dilemma.  Or more like the most recent 2 dilemmas. (Dilemma 1 being the fact that James and I fucked around so hard Halloween night that my business now looks like I got myself fingered by Freddy-freaking-Kreuger)(dilemma 2 having to pertain to the following rant)

I am a girl. Ok, I am a girl who likes to think, likes to swear, loves to shop, be bossy, and put people in their places. I am a Dominant. That means that I have a dominant personality, I am an alpha female, I am in charge and I like being in charge.

It does not mean that I am dominating anyone. (Unless they ask for it). Domination takes 2 people, someone to be submissive and someone to be dominant. You cannot dominate someone if they do not let you. Likewise, you cannot be submissive or submit to someone if they do not realize that you are submitting to them.

For instance:

We are out to dinner and I tell you that you are buying, and you pay. I am just being a cow/bitch/rude person/myself. You actually agreeing with me is you agreeing with me, nothing in my demeanor forced you into saying yes, in fact you could have said no, but you didn’t. Likewise, I was not expecting you to say yes, therefore I was not dominating you because I did not have an expected positive outcome.

We are out to dinner and I tell you that you are paying and you are having the tilapia with macademia nut crust, white wine, and rice pilaf. I look you dead in the eye when I say it and I am serious. When you nod, you avert your glance and you are somewhat sexually aroused as you do as instructed. I know that you are sexually aroused and we are both aware of it. I am getting something from the exchange, beyond my meal.  I am dominating you and you are submitting to me.

There. I said it. I cannot dominate you without being aware that I am doing it and without you making a clear decision to submit to me. Furthermore, the kind of domination you are talking about is sexual in nature, and there has to be something to it. SO. 

If you want me to dominate you, slap your ass, boss you around, or otherwise– fucking ask me. Who knows what kind of reaction you will get.

If you want to be a tourist, then ask touristy questions.

’nuff said.

I am considering putting up a pool. guys, if you want to buy in to the pool you can contact me at sweetsexyvicky@gmail.com. The pool is to see what the hell is really happening. If we’ve talked, you know what I mean. If we haven’t, call me and get the low-down.

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mmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Michael, and by Michael I mean NAVYBOY. I am sorry to say that, you’ve been replaced. His name is Brandon, and for some reason, in my head he looks like superman. He’s now boyfriend #1 (yeah, he kind of kicked James to the curb, but only because he is fantastic and has enthusiasm).

How can you not fall in love with someone who accepts how badly you want to have Eli Roth’s baby?

speaking of…

Eli– you didn’t answer my email. I am heartbroken. We could live in czechoslovakia together making horror movies… I could play with props… we could fuck and be nasty and I could be your muse. Seriously, think about it. Please. xxxxx Vicky

FINALLY

people, go vote! Tomorrow is election day– utilize your citizenship!! and vote no on prop 8 if you live in california.

1. Poltergeist. This movie freaked the hell out of me. It is the sole reason why I am afraid of EVPs and cannot stand to hear static or see snow on a tv. “They’re heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere…”
2. Cabin Fever. First it has the cute guy from “Boy Meets World” second, it is just one of the nastiest gore-fest movies ever and it has that wonderful tinge of verisimilitude… that leaves you thinking, Just how safe is that bottle of water you’re drinking?!?! Plus, Eli Roth. Babe, if you’re googling yourself and this blog post comes up, know that I would very happily leave the aforementioned husband to have your love child. Side benefit? you’re American so we won’t have to deal with USCIS.
3. The Entity. A woman gets raped, repeatedly by a poltergeist and everyone thinks she’s manifesting a guilt trip to cover up “masturbatorial fantasies” about her son. Any movie that adds to my vocabulary with a word like “masturbatorial” is up on my list. Plus, it just freaked me the hell out. *shudder*
4. Sleep Away Camp. Hehehe. This movie is so campy it’s bad. But still, the killer’s name is Angela, so what’s not to like?
5. The Shining. I’ve only watched it once. It scarred me and I probably won’t be able to ever watch it again. That said, it deserves to be on my list. Worst part? When Jack Nicholson is hitting on the sexy woman in the bathroom and all the sudden she’s looking like a quarter pounder a la Morgan Spurlock’s “SuperSize Me”. When he realizes that the woman is really a corpse… eeeew.
   
6. Halloween, Rob Zombie version. Oh my lord. Words cannot express how much I loved this movie. It’s only down so far on my list because of the other movies. I think that Rob Zombie did such an excellent job of semi-humanizing Michael Meyers and then completely removing humanity from his character, in such a way that totally made him fifty times more creepy. Because really, until Michael Meyers kills Danny Trejo you kind of feel sorry for him,
7. Thanksgiving. OK, it’s a trailer, not a real movie. But if ever there was a movie I could help bankroll (other than LGP movies, of course) it would be this one. Eli, if you’re still reading this, my phone number is ************. Call me.
8. Hostel 2. (I have no shame). This movie rocked so hard– I loved the ending. Hostel 1 was kind of a let down after Cabin Fever, but the sequel made up for everything and then some. And when the annoying chick from “the princess diaries” gets a scythe to the back… wow. Absolutely Amazing.
9. Texas Chainsaw Massacre (70s edition). Again, we go back to the reasoning “it freaked the hell out of me”. The house was an entire character in its own right, so dirty, grimy and spooky with the animal skeletons and everything. And the way the hitch hiker girl commits suicide in the beginning (”you’re going the wrong way”) totally gave me chills.
10. The Ring. So it was the beginning of the J-Horror flood. It still freaked me the hell out and when you think about it, we’ve now come full circle– from one movie about EVPs to another… only, different.

It works like this:

I post a message to you in my blog, and you come running like a sweaty, nervous hound, heeling to your mistress’s call.

Then I tease you, and taunt you as you beg for mercy.

I dig up some old dirt, smear it on the internet… and share it with the world.

For a moment then, I sit, breathless in anticipation of your reaction… wet with the knowing of what’s to come.

And then we dance… MY dance… to the tune of $150.

I have to tell you something:

Money turns me on. Not in a “it gives me a teeny illicit thrill” sort of way, either.

More like a, “I am a complete gold digging whore” sort of way and you can flash your cash at me all you want.

But see, it’s an important kind of gold digging. I don’t take your hard earned cash for my bills, my car payment, or my student loans. You’re little tributes and giftlets are not shucked away for my mortgage or my directv (gotta shout out for my tivo)… you pay my starbucks habit, my movie habit, my buy-myself-something habit. And I love it.

Cuz I am a greedy ho.

Well… at least I am. I think that what I need is to be worked for the weekend. And hard.

Seriously though, the last few weekends in a row have been chock full of me… not working. I have been having too much fun sweating it out between the sheets and I forget all about you sad lonely fuckers who love and worship me. That’s why, regardless of whether or not MY FRIEND wants to listen in this weekend, all you have to do is send me an EMAIL requesting information and I will tell you about how you can purchase an mp3 transcript of this weekends party in my bedroom. MMM unedited, of course. (the word email is a link in case you can’t tell because my css is beig screwy).

*sigh* I am not as good a secret keeper as I would like to think. I believe that maybe I am a trifle transparent. Who knows what a horrible poker player I must be? Seriously, in the last 2 weeks I have had classmates who are more than acquaintances but not necessarily friends pick up on something I considered secret. *shock*

YAM figured out which student I had had an interest in a couple of quarters ago– really quickly too, it was astounding. But, his reasoning was… less than sound. Liking star wars is not an immediate “I want to fuck you” but it is a requirement. Sorry, but I draw the line there. The only thing worse than someone not liking Star Wars is someone who prefers Star Trek. No wait. Preferring Star Trek over Star Wars is acceptable but preferring Survivor over either… I have to draw the line and turn away. Period. (They may as well eat babies boiled in birthwater… for all I care.)

And then my teacher-lady-nun friend guessed which of our classmates needs (in my opinion) a good, hard spanking. Preferably, while bent over a student desk, his nose scant inches away from one of his perfectly bland, obviously off-the-cuff papers, as he recited MLA format while I spanked him. Hard. With my leather paddle. SEE THIS VIDEO for a close approximation of what I mean. *gasp* I just watched it. I love that scene. …..

*snicker* Those of you who have been following recent posts will be highly amused to know that I have spoken to 2 Ricks this evening. This is highly amusing to me. And of course, while I was having dinner with YAM, slut was attempting to message me… slut shares his name with YAM– of course he does. Currently, slut is performing his “dildo tied to the leg of a desk” trick. I love that trick.

Finally, lucky me James is on his way home this weekend. I may be rendered incapable of talking… but I doubt it.

MY FRIEND… You know whO you are. James will most certainly be home this weekend. If you want to listen in, this would be a good time because honey, I am horny as all get out and you’ll be getting a pretty hot show.